Rebel Hopes

Rebel Hopes

On the way

To being a renegade spirit

These worn out days

I have ideas

That are not so unique

With words

Bleak

But I hope to see a

Light

Guided by my own

Divine sight

For wherever I am pulled

I will hold on

To these rebel hopes

Wither and Blow

Wither and blow

So I am told

Is the way the winds

Goes

It can destroy

The sturdiest of

Foundations

It can rampage

The plans

We are making

So whether it be

The wind or the snow

It changes the face

Of whatever we

Know

Quick and Judicious

Quick and judicious

Was the decision

Incision

Point

From my eye

To my hand

A quick stand

Taken

When confusion

Runs true

Across the land

So take the hope

Of today

Into tomorrow

When a judicious decision

Is strewn in sorrow

A Daily Science

Is there a science

To the perfect day

From start to finish

No other way

Of looking at the same

Pieces to the puzzle

Hiding from the fears

Embracing the struggle

These are the acts

Behind making the most

Of the moments we are given

Rhetorical Waves

It started with a few words

Like a leaking faucet

On a dry day

As the hopes of many

Became united

In one discrete shade of

Grey

So they say

That the rhetorical waves

Had begun

From the drops into the ocean

It all was one

In that moment

I knew the sea change

Had already won